Whirr!
Zhu Zhengwei blows with the wild wind, sitting atop the Hundred-Stone City.
He seems to sit on the edge of a cliff, swinging his legs, listening to the creatures below hesitantly speaking of the "Celestial Dao."
"Perhaps, this will be their first true recognition of the ultimate truth of the world?" He continues to blow in the wind, indifferent as if nothing concerns him, like a passing traveler.
But those guys are truly formidable.
They have discovered some truths about the "Dream Four-dimensional World."
The so-called Celestial Dao is indeed this embryo, a vague consciousness of self-maintenance and operation, like the core of a self-operating online game.
At this moment.
In the distance.
"Cursing, swearing, what does it matter? You backward savages of this world, we've never taken you seriously, but someday you will understand our painstaking efforts."
